This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter